I
do not feel my legs.
I
think it's them that landed first.
It
seems as though flying is what
Elevated
desire – set the distance
For
the falling. The breaking of the
Bones
and shattering of the mind
Brought
the two bodies together –
And
initiated the flow of emotion.
But
I died without even crying.
It
was silent – I just chuckled.
My
woman – she falls onto me
Like
a vivacious child, so her spirits
Can
be propelled to a height that
Doubles
hers a hundred times.
How
I wish she knew that I am a
Contracted
airbag! When life
Was
escaping from my torso –
Her
full attention was on my smile.
She
did not hear my heart explode
Or
my blood boiling unrestrained.
Her
full attention was on my lips.
But
I died without even crying.
It
was silent – I just chuckled.
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